one bouquet to the wall. another in a flowerbed at night. rarely I take flowers in from the garden.
don´t like cutting off stems...

the lamp: I am so heartily happy I found it! so long we have looked for the right one, to
the wall we are going to paper with peacock feathers. It´s huge 115/60 cm, that lovely
lovely lamp. it is said to have throned at the wall of an old abandoned cinema. now it will
throne at our staircase wall. we have started working on the walls again. making them ready
for the wallpaper. remember here..and here
the night is warm. I am softer now..

hello in the summerevening. just wanted to show what became of me standing spading in this blogpost..this Summers second new patio is finished. yes we have been busy. me spading and planting and my beloved making the floor of red concrete stones and other with precision. I´m kind of more wavy to my nature..an old birch where standing were the patio is now. nothing wanted to grow and the hedge flopped and if you planted something nearby the birch just absorbed it down to the grown, you could almost see it with your eyes..Little one is showing the patio..Here I have planted roses in red and dark pink, under the roses red alum root, hostas and up against the espaliers climbing woodbine, lovely red when autumn. We call it "the red room", mostly because if felt right and I want it mostly red here. but I would not mind Strindberg sitting down for a while, and I´m thinking a good book and more of those buns to the coffee..so you are very welcome to sit down in the red room with me. a cup of coffe, squint against the sun, smelling the roses..

now it´s raining and the family watches The Olympics at tv with chips and candy. thinking I will crawl up to them now. that I will clear my head of everything the day has fillt it with. maybe a good magazine, just to look at the pictures...what are you doing..?

sometimes I burn myself in both ends. too many things at the same time and just too fast. you know.
that thing that rush and tear..that who makes some people become workaholics and other users. some cycles around the earth in a week or two..
I spade in the garden I. as soon as I can. I spade like if life were depending..I spade until the clock strikes midnight and I wake up in the morning just too early with ace and painkillers but never never I go back to sleep again. and sometimes..sometimes I just stop. and I just sit under the brier and the melodys playing gets a sad twang. I cry when I see that the rose has broke. by the grass moving..

still. I learned over the years..some self-perception received. I can see when I walk into these moods and I can turn situations around and know how too get out. I can see the positive..that I get things done fast.
you know..

I put plaster on the rose and I let the tear pour down the hole I diged. the rush I put in the storage. a soft babyhand in mine, I close my eyes. thinking that tomorrow. the thoughts that turns back. around. they turn back with a smile.

in the middle of Summer. me walking to the job centre with empty hands and an uncertain moi..beyond.I´m coming home with a slighter bag of anxiety. many thought. ideas...better now..me walking with flowers to her who lives a bit further down the street. she with the amazing garden. she who I think have warm hands. and you can see how green fingers she have..so they who believes that in the northerst part of Sweden. it´s just fir trees and there. there it walks polar beers along the streets. they can look a bit closer here. climbing woodbine, Dutchman`s pipe and hops are climbing on walls of hedge and espaliers of concrete steel. apple trees, Manchurian cherry and other.. shoulders perennilas in big homemade wooden cases. at the side, a horse-chestnut...! she likes big leaves. the giant knotweed and the astilboides tabularis are very big here. and maybe this lushness don´t work as good as this at the other side of the street, but I just wanted to tell you that. that it can be done...with walls of hedges and kind trees as shelters, with elevated flowerbeds and chicken manure in good soil. with patience and time..I wish it like here..in parts of our garden too. in small garden rooms, I´m thinking in time..

potluck at the countryside. the purple thistles where taller than I remembered them. and more beautiful.the sun came with the dessert. and the swallows...they are flying higher this year. it is a good yearit was here i got all the signs..

about longing, rain and greyweather, but children bathing anyway..
a truth. I couldn´t resist working in the garden. the other patio we are planning, where the old
birches were standing. here I´m thinking a lot of tall roses surrounding and red tulips in spring.
I´m spading with a patch on my thumb and waterproof gloves..
another truth. I don´t always wear sweet dresses. my dearest took this picture stealthily yesterday-
evening. old jeans and flowered old blouses are good spading-clothes. clay... a lot..
I find beautiful stones in the soil. and more nice china underneath where the old birch were standing.
I wonder who was clinking with coffee-cups underneath the birch. fairys...?

it has calmed down some. we have kind of landed in the vacation, striked root in the summer. and I
cut myself in my thumb an evening when I had worked so so just too intense. in the garden..
I spade no holes today. little L draws cute little hearts on my patch adn I rest.
In "Florens " I rest. our new patio that is entirely finished now. Here I sit with a peculiar feeling of dejavu. as I have been here before. like...I think it is the sunwarm concrete and memories from a grandfather who smoked Havana-cigar, or some previous life I lived in a constant warmer place..here the sun shines just a little bit brighter, stronger on my calm shoulders. here peculiar insects are landing. insects I have never seen before. on my arm. a very beautiful, all shimmering green one. meatllic thinkling in the heat. then it sailed away..hi, hi..I have freckles on my shoulders

raspberrylemonade by the poppy-flowerbed. here you find two peartrees and one appletree, just yellow,
pink and orange flowers otherwise. wanted to show the small hedge I planted the other day as a divider,
picture number two shows how the place by the poppies got an own room now. picture number five a wiew
from the opposite direction, down against the white flowebed where almost everything goes in midnight colors like white, silver and pale yellow though it doesn´t show so well here.
the peonys in buds. thinking they look so handsome that way..also.
otherwise I think it´s a bit hard to photograph your garden. everything gets so flat in photo..and I guess
I haven´t yet learned how to do it properly...but still, some wiews here, and things to find beyond them..
children playing, bathing. Little L blew the pool up all by her self, and filled it up for the "beach party"
and I. I walk loads of walks with water, soil and pots, cause now the floor in our new patio finished. dear dear husband. our new patio I mentioned some days ago, the patio I like to call "Florens". show you as soon as I´m ready decorationg...
also: some findings at the flea market. very cheap. an old iron- kettle I placed my lobelias in, a big terracotta-pot and a damejeanne. so I decorate. move around pots, take a few steps back, squints...

we have pets in the garden too. a hedgehog that seem to be classic short-sighted. one has to babysit him quite often. he gets in his mind to run out over the road in front of our house. quite often. and when he does I let go of the pots and run after him, guards in the street, points and gesticulates to passing cars. I think we are friends now. me and the hedgehog..